Sammers


What Do You Feel?
A poem for my Sammers
By Joanne Olivieri


What do you see?
My little guy
When seeing the sunrise
Outside the window
Hearing birds calling
And butterflies flitting
Amongst the flowers.

What do you see?
My little guy
When dreaming at twilight
Through dull shadows
Seeing green forests
And gallant trees
Amongst natures path.

What do you feel?
My little guy
When playtime begins
From dusk till dawn
Hearing beautiful melodies
And jazzy beats
Dancing and singing.

I hope you feel
The love I hold
In my heart
For you.

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Thank you, Inge

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Comments

  1. James D. Casey IVJune 27, 2019 at 11:57 AM

    He is so spoiled! I dig the poem, Joanne, and love ya Sammers!

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